This is a song about "Raped and gave birth at 13 pregnant at 15 called whore and got haters"

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Finishing the paper while haters be stuck at the thesis!

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

And shots at the niggas that got away

I want to feel her in every way

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

I could have you raped, beaten and covered in blisters

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,

Looked at her number and gave her a call she picked up and i said hey its paul,